In the room of clockwork, the rusty cogs screech

And the springs scream.

In an attic of animals, the low growl of a tiger and

A grizzly bears deafening roar!

In a room of invoked spirits whose judgment is blurred by hate,

They will not hesitate to haunt and destroy this place.

In a room of all things whimsical and mystical, 

Elves and fairies dance and prance.

In a room of things the naked eye can not see, 

Be wary of what could be hiding underneath.